It seems even with age my imagination does not deteriorate.
It has acted as my shield, my sanctuary and my crutch since I started putting pencil to paper in grade 2.
Lately I’ve been formulating more story ideas in my head. Playing off my last blog post about “reckoning” being a theme in a lot of my fictional writing, I’ve been dabbling in the mythologies that lie dormant in the books of the Bible.
Lazarus has been one, in particular, that has caught my attention.
But recently my wife, and daughter have become muses. When you look at my wife and I’s DVD collections, or even our book collections side-by-side, you’ll notice my selection includes horror and potboilers. My wife’s: chicklit and chickflicks.
Last night she sat watching The Lucky One — a Nicholas Sparks special. During the day? This Means War with Reese Witherspoon and two CIA agents (played by Chris Pine and Tom Hardy) duking it out for her affections.
Yes, I’ve seen far too many chickflicks in the last seven years of my life. I have balanced that with an extensive collection of horror movies, and action flicks.
So, how does
one marry the two diametrically opposed genres of horror and chickflicks? Simple, turn to my daughter for inspiration.
I’ve toyed with the idea of writing a romantic comedy about a girl who brings home her boyfriend to a father who is a horror novelist, a la . Sounds like fun. And believe me it combines both worlds.
Often times I think in the visual sense. I think that comes from watching hours of movies as a kid before actually cracking open a novel at the age of 12 in my grade 8 English class. Of course that book was Cujo by Stephen King.
So is there where I’m going to go with my writing? Not right away.
I continue to manually write my novel in an orange notebook. While I wait for interview subjects for my current journalism duty, I pen away.